Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #12

Anne, if you're in some kind

of trouble, let us help.

No, it's nothing. Don't worry.

Thank you for being so good

to us. I'll never forget you.

Guard him with your life, Fred.

You talk like we'll not see you again.

You'll see me in a couple...

you can't run off like this.

Mrs. Findlay, take the baby.

He shouldn't be here.

Waterloo station, driver.

Hurry, my love.

Oh, look at the soldiers.

Garrison is involved

in this, isn't he?

You have no idea

the kind of danger

you could be walking into.

Please, Fred.

Say goodbye and go.

Go!

Mrs. Blythe.

Ha, ha, Mrs. Blythe.

I came to say goodbye.

We must be brief.

Keegan may have followed me.

I'm sorry we're unable

to travel together.

I'm on my way to New York.

Well, thank you so much

for seeing me off.

Officer Wright came

to say goodbye too.

I've taken the liberty

of switching your tickets

to first class, thinking

you might find it

more comfortable

to travel with the child.

I'm glad that you haven't

changed your mind.

No, I haven't.

But Officer Wright is taking

Dominic back to Canada.

Make sure you check

your tickets before boarding.

And please give my regards

to Mr. Keegan

if you two should meet.

I will.

What was that about?

What's going on?

Oh, come.

Fred, I have no time.

Please, go, before

there's any trouble.

And don't ever let him

out of your sight. Promise me.

What kind of trouble?

You just go straight down there.

Your first left.

Here's a locker key

for Portsmouth.

Open it once you arrive.

Jack could expose Keegan

as a traitor

to British Intelligence, but

doesn't want to tip his hand.

Don't dare send Dominic to Canada.

Keegan will stop at nothing

to protect himself,

even if it means taking Jack's child.

Excuse me, excuse me, please.

Fred... I have to take him.

Anne, what are you doing?

I have to take him with me.

Anne, you're not thinking clear.

Fred, let him go.

I can't explain.

Please forgive me.

I'm going to miss my train.

Anne...

Hold on, son, hold on.

Stand back.

Passengers only, please.

Anne!

Excuse me.

Shall I hold your little boy?

Uh, no, thank you.

Portsmouth, Portsmouth.

Newspaper here!

Get your newspaper!

Newspaper!

Come and get it!

Newspaper here!

Do you need a hand, madam?

No.

Come and get your paper!

Newspaper!

Don't take a chance

on wearing this nun's habit yet.

Wait until you're

off the boat in France.

Tickets and directions to

the manoir de bonne esperance

in Belgium are enclosed.

I'm trusting you to get my boy back.

Passport, Madame.

Non, desole. Il est interdit

aux femmes de voyager.

All foreigner women must

be registered for travel.

No good. Very sorry.

But...

Jeez, those honest-to-God

American girls look

so great to me.

You know what? These godforsaken

uniforms are driving me nuts.

You're telling me.

Remember when I had

silk stockings?

You know where it's gone now?

Mud.

And more mud.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but

notice you're from stateside.

Are you with the ywca?

Ha, ha, ha, oh, God...

No.

We're actresses.

We're under contract.

For the boys.

For the boys.

We're heading to the front...

the French military

won't let any more women than

necessary into the danger zone,

so we're stuck

wearing these duds.

I threatened to turn

all of France

into a danger zone if they

kept us from our duty any longer.

Uh, are you registered

to travel across the front?

Actually, we spent the last

eight days stuck in Paris

trying to explain

to the government

why we're exempt

from all these bloody rules.

Yeah, we got our

registration papers.

Why, where are you going?

I'm going to Brussels,

and to Liege, hopefully,

if I can get through.

Why don't you stick with us?

We can get you in.

Yeah, we'd love a challenge.

Get her a different get-up.

Maybe the Red Cross

or Sally Anne.

Uh... No, it's all right, thank you.

Vos permits, s'il vous plait.

Allez-y.

Hey.

Who'd you knock off to get

your hands on that get-up?

No, I do imitations.

I dance a little.

I tell stories.

You know, like

this big Baldwin Locomotive

pulls up into the shed

with 4,000 yanks.

I jumps up on the platform,

doing a handspring

to boot, no less.

"Hey, boys, are we downhearted?"

I yells.

And I hear this ear-splitting,

"hell no!"

Ha, ha, I tell you...

It is the biggest show on earth.

This war has got me

hook, line and sinker.

Never knowing which song's

your last kind of spurs you on.

I envy you.

What are you talking about?

You're acting your

blessed heart out right now.

You bring happiness

into people's lives.

Happiness, oh, jeez.

Have another nip there,

sister Anne. Ha, ha...

I don't even know

who the devil I am any more.

We've all been swept up

in some tidal wave...

Keeping on the surface

for fear we'll drown.

And you do drown.

You do drown.

Along comes some 19-year-old

Jimmy something or other,

huh, from tulamassoo, Idaho,

to pay a call

and tell you about his latest loves.

Oh, and he vows nobody

can hold a candle to you.

Then, psst, gone.

Killed before the same hour

the next day.

Sometimes, I, I,

I can't stop bawling.

I only manage to keep

singing my songs

by looking over their heads

and not into their faces.

Yeah, well, she's got a bullet

from every guy she ever fell for.

Yeah, ha, ha... There ain't

a blank one in the bunch.

Look, I keep them alive in here.

What was that?

Salut.

Vous avez vu... I'enfant?

Dans ce compartiment.

Ah bon.

Mesdames.

Allez, passeports.

Allez, allez, vos papiers.

All right, all right, here.

Here, here.

Here... Sorry.

Et le bebe?

C'est un orphelin.

Busch, euh, busch, euh...

C'est un nom allemand ca.

Espion allemand peut-etre, hein?

German? I'm Yankee Doodle.

Busch? Can you believe he thinks

I'm sone kind of German beer.

C'est quoi ca?

Imposteur anglais, hein?

Non.

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me the baby!

Ahh!

Anne, Anne!

Anne...

Hey, what are you doing?

Anne!

Dominic...

Where's Dominic.

I don't know.

They threw mag

in the clink, the jerks.

With her bloody name and these

blasted German-coloured uniforms

and your accent, they think

we're a bunch of spies.

Spies.

Oh, my Lord.

They're going to

kill us at dawn.

That's why they've

taken the kid away.

Forget it. The doors are barred.

They're going to do

no such thing.

What are you doing?

How fast can you dig?

What are you doing?

Come on, come on, dig.

Dig faster.

What are you doing?

I don't know... Not sure yet.

Fill it with coal. Hurry!

Here, here.

Give me your shells.

No, no, not my boys.

Give me your shells.

I just want the gunpowder.

You can keep the shells.

Not my boys.

All right, here.

Look, at this point,

it's their way of saying thanks.

Here.

Got a match?

Yeah. Sure.

And your flask while you're at it.

Oh, jeez... Whiskey doesn't work

unless you're having a good time.

Here.

Ok, ok, stand back.

Elsie, run for the woods.

No, I can't go without Maggie.

Don't worry about us.

You just keep on treading water.

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